ancient style poetry
inflexion Man Ting Fang
转调满庭芳
Liu Dao
Strong winds and frost, day low was clear, the sound cut over Guyan.
Wild goose, and live a little listen to their own say.
You are outliers to this, that I were with other people.
Songjiang shore, Huang Lu Ying, the days more until the snow.
Intestinal Yuduan sound, and I, little tears turned to blood.
A river flowing water, streams whimper.
Sue you fly away give, future things, not tormented forever.
We should know that everything is wandering, eventually see the season.
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